Similar lines rally together through connected dots.
A death of the world's authentic airplane.
Plotted words seed through pink mazes.
The aftermath of mush turns to stone.
Evolutions of old things are stuck in ruins.
Companions to my side sprout black holes.
Knives sear through the blades of grass.
Collective hearts swallow rust like a disease.
The mosquito sinks its teeth into foreign lands.
Modern technology handing me dead batteries.
River logs clogs the boat in its place.
A child stumbling to fly.
Whispering architecture erupts in flames.
Humanity is pregnant with polluted tears.